Chapter Twelve
Center Stage
Roxanna hung in the center of the room. Shed been blindfolded before they reached the ranch house so she had no idea of her surroundings, although she could tell that this was a very different place than the stable where shed been housed for the last several months. It was even different from the trainers bunkhouse that she and her sister slaves faithfully scrubbed every day. The air around her smelled clean, civil, free from the dust and grime of the R T, as if shed been transported to another world. For a split second she thought she might suddenly wake up and find that her imprisonment had been nothing but a very vivid dream. Oh, if only
Her heart leapt at that thought, and she actually smiled thinking for a second that it might be true. Seconds later,
